Chapter 317

Feng Yanfei shrugged: "I can assure you that if there is no servant in it, my sister-in-law will be able to light the kitchen."

She knows nothing about cooking. She has a grudge against cooking.

"Brother, you'd better find a way. When you bring it out later, see how you deceive your sister-in-law to give up cooking."

Otherwise, their kitchen will suffer in the future.

Feng moye glances sideways at Feng Yanfei. Things in his eyes seem sharp. Feng Yanfei's heart trembles.

"My wife, as long as she is interested in cooking, I can build more if the kitchen is fried. It's really not good. Build more."

Feng Yanfei wanted to roll her eyes, and immediately gave Feng moye a thumbs up in admiration.

"Brother, you are really a spoiled wife. My sister-in-law is afraid that even if you want the moon in the sky, you will find a way to take it off."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Feng moye admits frankly.

Feng Yanfei: "

Sure enough, she didn't understand about my brother, but my sister-in-law was really happy.

She turned and went upstairs consciously.

Feng moye returns to his study and continues to deal with the unfinished business of the company. By the way, he also waits for the love dinner made by his wife for him.

When Cheng ran came out with the dishes, he looked at them and suddenly felt powerless.

She always thought she was very smart. If she cooked, it should not be a big problem. Who knows, it's hard to do it.

Almost give up halfway. If it weren't for her character, Feng moye would be disappointed if she didn't give up halfway.

But it doesn't seem to make much difference if we are not disappointed.

The servant looked at the plate. It was dark, and she couldn't help but have a headache. She had handed it to Cheng ran according to her own steps, but it didn't seem to meet her heart.

She looks at Cheng ran as if she is in a mood of loss. She is the person on the top of the young master's heart, and her position is different from before. Naturally, she wants to treat him well.

"That little grandma, it's all right. Let's try again in the future."

"Well, go and ask the young master to come down."

At this time, she guessed that Feng moye should also come back.

Anyway, I've done it. Otherwise, I'd better try it.

"OK." The servant hardened his head.

After a while, Feng moye comes down and Cheng ran walks forward.

"It's done, but it shouldn't be very delicious. You can make do with it."

She'll study it next time.

Feng moye rubbed Cheng Ran's head, and his eyes were soft and spoiled.

"As long as it's done by my wife, I like it."

After all, it was beyond his expectation that Cheng ran could cook for him. How dare he ask for anything else.

Cheng ran smiled stiffly: "I'm sorry, I've never cooked for others. My grandmother used to cook for me. Since my grandmother died, I've been eating out."

And she usually focuses on her work and doesn't have much time for trivial things like cooking.

"It doesn't matter. My wife can cook for me. My husband is very satisfied. This is my wife's first time..."

As soon as Feng moye said this, the servants next to him couldn't help laughing.

Cheng ran also noticed that there was a trace of shyness.

She whispered to Feng moye, "can you show your young master's style? You see, the servants are laughing at you."

It's easy to get people wrong when he says that.

But Feng moye didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he proudly hugged Elan's shoulder, with a smile on his eyebrows and corners of his eyes.

"I'm in my own house and spoil my own wife. What's wrong with that?"

Hearing this, Cheng ran felt as if he had put honey on his heart.

She pointed to the food in front of her: "try it first. Don't talk big now. I'm afraid I can't eat it later."

I didn't taste it myself. I really didn't have any courage.

Feng moye vowed at the beginning that he was ready. Even if she couldn't eat, she couldn't waste her wife's kindness.

He picked up his chopsticks and prepared to be the first taster. He just put a piece of meat in and frowned.

Cheng ran glanced at him: "what's the matter?"

Feng moye looks at his wife's eyes full of expectation and glittering. He can't bear to hit her. Otherwise, what can his wife do if she doesn't do it for herself in the future.

He forced a smile: "no problem, it's delicious. It may not sell well, but the taste is still very good."

It's just a little hard, a little salty and a little paste.

Cheng Ran is the one who can most detect other people's subtle activities. At the moment, Feng moye's face twitches.

She took the chopsticks away from Feng moye's hand: "don't force it. I can see it's not delicious."

Feng moye was stunned for a moment and immediately grabbed the chopsticks back.

"Who told you that it's not delicious? I think it's delicious."

He said, sat down and ate. He looked very hungry. The servants next to him looked at him and didn't know what to say.

Feng moye suddenly handed the bowl up: "Mom Zhang, go and fill me a bowl of rice."

"Young master..."

"Hurry, my company has been busy all day and is hungry."

Feng moye couldn't help urging.

Zhang's mother didn't dare to stop, so she hurried to take Mo Ye's bowl and turned to feed him.

Cheng ran looks at Feng moye. In order to make himself happy, he doesn't let himself busy in vain. It's obviously not delicious. He has to force himself.

This man... Is so smart and wise at ordinary times. She believes that if he is willing, he will be able to find an excuse to perfunctory himself.

In fact, she is not that kind of unreasonable person, because she is really not delicious.

She picked up her chopsticks and was about to clip them. Feng moye suddenly held her hand.

"Don't rob me, that's all."

"I'll have a taste."

She knows what it tastes. Even if it tastes bad, she has to know how bad it is.

But Feng moye's attitude seems very firm: "no, you can't eat. If you eat more, I'll eat less."

"What's your logic, Feng moye? You're only allowed to leave. I can't eat. You can't let me eat. Don't eat either of us."

With that, Cheng ran was ready to bring the plate directly.

Feng moye quickly stretched out his hand and pressed her arm: "don't, don't, don't, it's not easy for his wife to do it. How can he throw it away."

Cheng ran picked up the chopsticks and quickly put one in his mouth. As soon as he put it in, he was busy spitting it out.

"It's so salty."

Zhang Ma sighed: "madam, I told you before to put less salt."

That's good.

Cheng ran turned his head and looked strange: "when did you tell me to put less salt?"

Did she not hear it.

Mother Zhang looked helpless: "why don't I cook it for you again? It's almost time for dinner anyway."

"No..."

"Do it."

Just as Feng moye was about to say no, Cheng ran directly interrupted him and immediately turned his head and said to him again.

"Husband, let's have some fruit first."

By the way, give me the saltiness, or I'll really kill people.

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